The Mo City Don Lyrics & Tabs by Z-Ro
The Mo City Don
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Shit, Z-Ro the crooked, I know y'all
Been waiting on this here, yeah shit
R.I.P., Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator
All the fallen soldiers man, Southside
Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying
All my partnas, all your dead partnas
But shit, I still feel stress, still gotta get something
Off my chest, while these hoe niggas be doing what
They be doing, I don't know though, shit, fuck it
We gon stay two deep in a fo' do'
Slow Loud And Bangin', all in my trunk
Trunk full of funk, I ain't never been a punk
I blow on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4
I blow on skunk, I blow on doja
Military minded, I'm a motherfucking soldier
Out the streets, of the Ridgemont 4
Not no bitch, and say I still ain't a hoe
Letting niggas know, everyday of the year
I pimp my pen, and I get my point clear
Why niggas wanna talk down, I don't know
Gotta take a trip to Akapoko, from the 4
With my 4-4 on my side, when I ride
Ready to do another homicide, in a pine box
And I'm gone, nigga old glory
I'm H-Town to Cali, just like Robert Ory
If I do a murder, flee the murder scene
No missing shortage on the drank, I can't find no lean
From Southwest to Southfese
Bitch, it's about war not 'bout peace
Nigga like me, I'm 'bout knocking out teeth
Know I'm saying, I'll loose your grill
A nigga coming down in the Coupe Deville
Looking gravy, looking real throwed
I'ma be the nigga, pulling over at the fucking cross road
With my K on my side, I'm ready to ride
And if I gotta go, it'll be a homicide
Me and another nigga, on the way to the Golden Gate
A nigga like me can't wait
Just to make it to another day
Gotta get the big pay off, so get the fuck out my way
When I come around your corner so slow
It'll be the nigga, in the damn Polo
It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring
Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign
Said it like I said it, in the old school
Some niggas they be red, but Z-Ro blue
I come around your corner, but I ain't set tripping
But I will, wet niggas and wet women
With the calico I had to let a motherfucker know
That I come around your corner in a Lincoln four do'
A fox photo, 'cause I do it in a flash
Nigga watch out, 'cause that could be your ass
I rhyme so long, rhyme so strong
I flicks my bar, sip then I swoll on
Get on, the motherfucking bench
And when the laws hit the corner, I hit the fence
They wonder where I went, they keep looking
I don't give a fuck, like Tyson, I keep hooking
Or maybe like Lennox, I'm strong to the finish
I'm like the ghetto Popeye, but I don't need spinach
Ima keep going, I keep on flowing just like the Nile
Million dolla mouthpiece every time I smile
Look and load a, nigga ashtray
Every time he smile he can turn the night to day
You can open up the pop, and let the smoke come out
We don't give a damn 'bout a crooked ass cop
Crooked officer, crooked officer
Make a nigga wanna blow the badge off of ya
Me and Dougie, my motherfucking brother
R.I.P., to my motherfucking mother
That's the Dorothy Marie McVay Matthew
There's ten toes planted in my motherfucking shoe
I gotta be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work and the calico in my hand
On a corner, on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A real live B-Boy and you know what I mean
I be stacking up chips like Lego
Dark on a pump just like Calvin Kato
Loosen to the rocket, a four peat like Comets
I don't give a fuck, good punch a bitch nigga make him vomit
On the grind, I'ma take a trip on Greyhound
I be flying on a plane, but the dope is on the ground
Headed to Lake Charles or headed to Lafayette
Maybe off in Alexandria, but I ain't finished yet
I gotta make a hoe I-10, I sin, then I do it again
I get my ends, I'm in my motherfucking Benz E
Got these hoes running 'round in a frenzy
I be busting full clips till they empty
A piece of potent pussy might tempt me
Rain is trying to send me to the penitentiary
The main reason why I ain't friendly
I'm wired up, but I ain't on no damn slaughter
Dejaun in the back and he got the camcorder
Recording everything, the 4's gon swang
Still pulling up on Fondren and the Main
Looking lovely, got to look good
I throw up Ridgemont 4 'cause that's my hood
Never been a hoe, I'm letting hoes know
I gotta get a fucking P-L-A-T, but first a G-O
L-D, a motherfucking plack
I keep it straight and simple like that
Hit a bitch from the back
And I use my motherfucking tool
Make her say ouch when I hit her with the mule
